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CONTENTS 



CONTENTS 

PAGE 

Inteoductoby 5 

Reveille 9 

Vive La Feance! 11 

God Guaed Oub Boys 13 

To-MOEEOW^ 15 

Foe Oub Flag 17 

My New Peofession 21 

The Geeatest Heeoes of Them All 23 

OuE Shaee 25 

We'ee In It 27 

The Call of Battle 29 

Somew^heee in Feance 31 

Lest We Foeget 33 

"They Shall Not Pass" 35 

Think This Ovee 37 

OuE Aemy's Eye 39 

A Hot Night 40 

Jeeusalem — Redeemed 49 

Joe Byle 51 

Russia 63 

Memoeies 55 

Gas 59 

My Pals 61 

Just Plain Ameeicans 63 

Mothee 65 



CONTENTS 



PAGE 

OuE Devil Hound Marines 67 

Heb Picture 69 

My Boy Came Back 71 

The Smile Victorious 73 

Taps 75 

How I Became A One Hundred Per Cent Amer- 
ican 76 

A Prayer 87 



INTRODUCTORY 



INTRODUCTORY 

In publishing this book I have no intention 
whatsoever to offer a work of great literary 
value. As such it would undoubtedly be a 
failure, because, being of a non-English-speak- 
ing race, and only having been in this country 
a comparatively short time before going over 
to France, I cannot claim a mastery of the 
English language. 

The incidents described in this book are all 
based upon actual facts, while the poetry was 
composed on the impulse of the moment. 

It has merely been my intention to express 
the spirit which led me to America and thence 
with Pershing's Expeditionary Forces to 
France. 

Not only American citizens of foreign birth, 
but also those who had the good fortune of 
being born and raised in this country and 
who claim to have reached the highest stand- 
ard of Americanism, should find inspiration 
and encouragement in these lines. 

If my humble efforts should be the means 
of creating one more one hundred per cent 



6 INTRODUCTORY 

American, I would feel myself amply repaid, 
and in addition it would give me the satisfac- 
tion of knowing that I have once more been 
of service to My Country and Your Country. 

Private Harry Zody. 



OVER HERE AND OVER THERE 



OVER HERE AND OVER THERE 



"No nation can hold its place in the world, 
or can do any work really worth doing, unless 
it stands ready to guard its rights with an 
armed hand. That orderly liberty which is 
both the foundation and the capstone of our 
civilization can be gained and kept only by 
men who are willing to fight for an ideal ; who 
hold high the love of honor, love of faith, love 
of flag, and love of country." 

Theodore Roosevelt. 



REVEILLE 



REVEILLE 

To arms, ye sons of Freedom ! 

You've rested far too long ; 
With just and righteous power 

Go fight against the wrong. 

To arms, ye sons of Freedom ! 

Our banner is unfurled. 
Our Fathers freed a nation, 

But we must free the world. 

To arms, ye sons of Freedom ! 

To fight the Man of Hate. 
They need you, gallant soldiers, 

Before it is too late. 

To arms, ye sons of Freedom ! 

Ye freemen, bold and brave ; 
Uphold sweet Freedom's Banner 

Wherever it may wave. 



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"Lafayette, we are here!" 

General John J. Pershing. 



VIVE LA FRANCE ! 11 

VIVE LA FRANCE ! 

With profoundest admiration 
I salute thee, gallant nation, 

War-torn, unafraid. 
Years of struggle and privation. 
Wanton Prussian occupation: 

France is truly great. 

Thousands of your heroes dying, 
Countless widows loudly crying: 

"France will never yield !" 
Calmly ruin and carnage facing. 
With a courage all-embracing. 

On each battlefield. 

Once the home of songs and flowers. 
Overrun by darkness' powers. 

Trodden in the dust. 
But they feel that tears and sorrow 
May bring gladness on the morrow, 

And in God they trust. 

Dry your tears, the Yanks are arming. 
Soon our soldiers will be swarming 

Over to your aid. 
All our blood and all our treasure 
Yours to have in fullest measure. 
Till our debt is paid. 



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Where man walks daily in the path of 
death, expecting to meet his Maker at any 
moment, his thoughts invariably turn for com- 
fort to the Supreme Being. The scoffer and 
skeptic soon becomes a believer. 

Private Harry Zody. 



GOD GUARD OUR BOYS 13 



GOD GUARD OUR BOYS 

Among tlie flowers, 
Where shells explode 
And souls corrode 

'Mid hellish powers; 
Where death doth lure 
And men endure 

Mad pain for hours. 

Among the flowers, 
The hum of bees 
Has gone with peace. 

And none but showers 
Of lead and steel — 
God, we appeal 

To Thee for ours. 



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"Our country. In her intercourse with 
foreign nations may she always be in the 
right; but our country, right or wrong." 

Stephen Decatur. 



TO-MORROW 15 



TO-MORROW 

To-morrow we attack. Be careful, biinkie; 

This razor blade is awful dull. 
Don't scrape so hard, you'll mar my beauty, 

I want to look my best, old cull. 

Thanks, brother. Wish you luck. Maybe to- 
morrow 

I shall return the compliment. 
But, anyway, I look more like the fellow 

You bunked with in that canvas tent. 

To-morrow we attack. I wonder, pardner, 
What folks at home are doing now. 

I see my mother busy with her supper. 
While daddy milks the brindle cow. 

God bless her dear old face. She did not falter 

When duty called her son away. 
She looks just like this picture, always cheer- 
ful. 

Though trouble often came to stay. 

To-morrow we attack. Let's say a prayer 
Like those we learned on mother's knee. 

We've got to beat old Fritz, and if he gets me, 
I'm proud to die for liberty. 



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"The day has come when America is privi- 
leged to spend her blood and her might for 
the principles that gave her birth and happi- 
ness and peace which she has treasured. God 
helping her, she can do no other." 

WooDROw Wilson. 



FOR OUR FLAG 17 



FOR OUR FLAG 

There's a great many things that I never did 

like, 
Such as drill in the rain or go out on a 

hike, 
And when on the march with that heavy full 

pack, 
I returned with a headache and pains in my 

back, 
I went to the doctor and complained of my 

pain. 
But it seems that C. C. pills are cheaper than 

rain. 
Say, isn't it funny what a man must go 

through 
For the flag that he loves : the Red, White, and 

Blue? 

I was fat when I signed my full name on the 

roll. 
While right now, it's a fact, I'm as thin as a 

pole; 
But that is no wonder, for our comforts were 

few. 
And for weeks I ate nothing but thin army 

stew. 



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Believe me, yon never will know what it means 
Till you try a full diet of hardtack and beans. 
Now, isn't it funny what a man can go through 
For the flag that he loves: the Red, White, 
and Blue? 

Came the day when they sent us to war-ridden 

France, 
The boat rocked like fury and we took a big 

chance. 
For many an hour we stood watching on deck 
With a lifebelt to hug and stick close to our 

neck. 
And yet we were happy and quite free from 

all care 
In spite of this danger and the submarine 

scare. 
Say, isn't it funny what a man can go through 
For the flag that he loves: the Red, White, 

and Blue? 

Upon our arrival in the "parlez-vous" land 
Our soldier boys sure had a job on their 

hand. 
Not a one in the bunch this queer lingo could 

speak ; 
It sounded to them just like Latin or Greek. 



FOR OUR FLAG 19 

But they studied hard for the sake of America 
And sure enough they soon could say, "O 

la la!" 
Gosh, isn't it funny what a man learns to do 
For the flag that he loves: the Red, White, 

and Blue? 

Somewhere in Picardy, in some portion of 

trench. 
You can now see our boys side by side with the 

French. 
The French are delighted, our tobacco is fine, 
And our boys, in exchange, get a shot of their 

wine. 
E'en though things may look gloomy just once 

in a while. 
Our principle is. Let us win with a smile. 
And the whole world will see what a Yankee 

can do 
For the flag that he loves: the Red, White, 

and Blue! 



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Khaki-clad boys over here and "over there," 
remember, you are doing this for the liberty 
of the whole world. The man with the smile 
wins. 

Private Harry Zody. 



MY NEW PROFESSION 21 



MY NEW PROFESSION 

I'm no professional, I know, 
Yet do not mind hard drilling. 

At first I may be rather slow 
To learn the job of killing. 

At night my feet feel just like lead. 
My legs are sore and shaking; 

I think of mother's nice soft bed. 
For which my heart is aching. 

But not a whimper from this lad. 
Though soldier life is bitter. 

I mean to show the Hun, by gad, 
A Yankee is no quitter. 

The stoutest heart wins in the end. 
Makes all our hardships lighter. 

Where gentleness and courage blend 
You'll find the bravest fighter. 



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Belgium, the saviour of civilization, small 
in size but immeasurably great in courage and 
honor, shall be restored. 

Private Harry Zody. 



THE GREATEST HEROES 23 



THE GREATEST HEROES OF THEM ALL 

In praising heroes of this war 

We need a magic lyre ; 
And searching records wide and far 

Find plenty to admire. 

But heroism most sublime 

Shown by our Belgian brothers 

Is one example of all time : 
This one excels all others. 

When little Belgium had a chance 

To open wide her border, 
She still remained the friend of France, 

Chose chaos and disorder. 

This glorious country had to fight 

A far superior power; 
Poor Belgium well knew Prussian might 

In that momentous hour. 

No one can fathom Belgium's fate, 

Her pitiful condition, 
With Hunnish legions at her gate 

Demanding her submission. 



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And yet, despite her shameful rape, 
She made this resolution, 

The Hun cannot, shall not escape 
A final retribution. 

Do not despair, O friend of ours, 
Thou shalt not perish — never. 

Remember, in life's darkest hours. 
Our help, our love for ever. 



"With malice toward none, with charity for 
all, with firmness for the right as God gives 
us to see the right, let us strive on to finish 
the work we are in." 

Abraham Lincoln. 



OUR SHARE 25 



OUR SHARE 

Right in the front line trenches, 

Bereft of love and care, 
Our khaki lads are fighting, 

And each one does his share. 

They bear their cross with patience, 

A smile upon their face; 
They'd rather face death's horrors 

Than foreign yoke's disgrace. 

While dreaming of God's country 
They're fighting right in hell, 

And yet, when someone asks them, 
They say, "We're feeling well !" 

No matter where you go to 

Along the battle line. 
You hear that cheerful story : 

"We're feeling mighty fine !" 

They've had their share of shrapnel. 

Of gas and liquid fire. 
Yet they possess that spirit 

You can't help but admire. 



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To Prussian will and power 

No Yank will ever bend, 
And, though the task is strenuous. 

They'll stick unto the end. 

We're bound to lick the Kaiser 

As long as we are true 
To our immortal banner: 

The Red and White and Blue ! 



"It is not war that calls America into the 
arena of the world. It is peace. It is not 
conquest, but cooperation. Her interest lies 
in civilization, not chaos." 

Franklin MacVbagh. 



WE'KE IN IT 27 



WE'RE IN IT 

We stand for Freedom, Justice, Right, 
With Liberty, our shining light. 
Opposed to autocratic might 
Forever. 

To lay for good this Prussian pest. 
Which put our honor to the test, 
We surely have to give our best 
Endeavor. 

We watched the conflict far away; 
Impartially we held at bay 
Those meddlers, anxious for the fray, 
Kept steady. 

But when the frightful Hun began 
To break all law of God and Man, 
We had to change our peaceful plan. 
Got ready. 

A savage, brutal to the core, 
A constant menace to our shore, 
Is not the friend he was before. 
We're in it. 



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God made us cliampion of the free ; 
And naught can alter fate's decree 
Of final allied victory, 
We'll win it. 



"Let us dare to do our duty as we under- 
stand it." 

Abraham Lincoln. 



THE CALL OF BATTLE 29 



THE CALL OF BATTLE 

Say, don't you hear that urgent call from far 

across the sea? 
Does it not stir your Yankee blood, your love 

for Liberty? 
Do you not feel within your heart a wish, 

strong and divine : 
Do you not want to be among the boys that 

fall in line? 

'Tis not enough to sympathize with all the 

Yanks that give 
Their precious blood in order that Democracy 

may live. 
Let's stand behind our President with body, 

heart, and soul. 
Let's go right to it and not quit till we have 

reached our goal. 

Let's rally 'round the flag we love, our dear 

Red, White, and Blue, 
Be worthy of the name of Yanks and show 

what Yanks can do. 
Say, when you see that banner float do you 

not hold your breath. 
And fight as only Yanks can fight, and die a 

Yankee's death? 



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The tlioiiglit of onr loved ones at home does 
not weaken us, but creates a grim determina- 
tion to do or die. 

Private Harry Zody. 



SOMEWHERE IN FEANCE 31 



SOMEWHERE IN FRANCE 

Somewhere in France I think of you. 

My thoughts in boundless flight 
Speed over land and briny deep, 

To meet my heart's delight. 

Somewhere in France I dream of you, 

Though winter's icy blast 
Chills to the bone and makes one glad 

When dawn arrives at last. 

Somewhere in France I write to you. 

My pen cannot describe 
All that I feel, for censors are 

A cold and heartless tribe. 

Somewhere in France, your soldier boy 
Will give the Boche his due. 

For Freedom, Justice, Liberty, 
And, dearest girl, for You ! 



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"It is necessary that the nation should have 
physical no less than moral courage; the 
capacity to do and dare and die at need, and 
that grim and steadfast resolution which 
alone will carry a great people through a great 
danger." 

Theodore Roosevelt. 



LEST WE FORGET 33 



LEST WE FORGET 

I'm glad to say that I have found 

A friend with whom I'm war-ward bound ; 

But don't forget, my soldier friend, 

The wondrous cause for which we stand : 

It's Freedom, Justice, Liberty, 

The three in one — Democracy. 

Come, let's destroy the German plot 

With bayonet and with rifle shot. 

The Stars and Stripes may never stop 

Till they are carried "o'er the top." 

Before we go and fight, let's pray 

This flag no Yank will e'er betray. 

As long as we are brave and strong 

The road to Vict'ry can't be long ; 

As long as real Yanks we are 

The road to Berlin can't be far. 

So let's go over, hand in hand 

To fight or die in "No Man's Land." 

And when you're on the firing line 

May God's hand guide you, friend of mine. 



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"Two principles have stood face to face 
from the begiDning of time and will ever con- 
tinue to struggle. The one is the common 
right of humanity; the other is the divine 
right of kings." 

Abraham Lincoln. 



''THEY SHALL NOT PASS" 35 



''THEY SHALL NOT PASS" 

In ancient times, as we all know, 

The Roman legions crossed the Rhine; 

They fought the savage Teuton foe. 
Laid waste his sacred forest shrine. 

But Caesar's genius could not gain 

A vict'ry over Gallic pride. 
And Roman valor tried in vain 

To conquer Gaul in mighty stride. 

"They shall not pass while life remains, 
Brave men of Gaul die without fear ; 

Our blood the plains and mountains stains, 
But Liberty to us is dear." 

Near twice a thousand years have gone. 
And now the Prussian hordes advance, 

Sweep all before them, France alone. 
Firm as a rock, meets lance with lance. 

"They shall not pass, though millions die. 

Like Caesar, this blasphemous lord 
Will ever hear our battle cry, 

Till forced to sheathe his bloody sword." 



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We're with you, sister, till we free 

The world from despots, large and small. 

"Allons, enfants de la patrie," 

For Caesars shall not conquer Gaul. 



"This is my ambition for America, that 
wherever an American citizen may go upon 
the earth he will be honored and loved, be- 
cause he represents a nation that has nothing 
but justice and kindness for all races of men." 
Charles Edward Jefferson. 



THINK THIS OVER 37 



THINK THIS OVER 

Uncle Sam has joined the nations 

Fighting for Democracy, 
And he did so with one purpose: 

To throw down Autocracy. 

Think, where are your pride and honor, 

Citizens of the U. S. A. 
We are here to do our duty 

In the right and only way. 

There's no sign : "Stop, look, and listen," 
Everyone has but one choice. 

For his own sake and Old Glory's, 
Answer to its sacred voice. 

Even though you're fond of reading. 
Let the books lie on the shelf ; 

Don't waste time in reading hist'ry. 
Go make history yourself. 

More than once in common prayer 
We devoutly bowed our heads ; 

Since we can't get peace by praying 
We shall fight for it, my lads. 



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Just remember poor old Belgium, 
Think of brave and noble France, 

Britain stoutly bears her burden — 
Now it's ours to take a chance. 



"God, give us Men! A time like this de- 
mands strong minds, great hearts, true faith, 
and ready hands." 

JosiAH Gilbert Holland. 



OUR ARMY'S EYE 39 



OUR ARMY'S EYE 

Hark, that sound up in the sky, 

Like machine-gun fire. 
Monster birds are darting by, 

Climbing swiftly higher. 

See their sun-tipped, shining wings 

Cast a fleeting shadow. 
Droningly the motor sings 

Over brook and meadow. 

Watch the pilot, clad in gray, 
Keen-eyed, eastward ever. 

Guide his giant bird of prey. 
Steady hand on lever. 

Day and night, our army's eye 

Braves a rain of fire. 
May the Infinite on high 

Guard each daring flyer. 



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A HOT NIGHT 

For the past few days our sector had been 
exceptionally quiet, save for an occasional 
reciprocal shelling. We were very proud to 
be the first Americans to be engaged in actual 
warfare with the Germans. We had become 
accustomed to our new quarters, Avhich were 
really far from comfortable, and the sound of 
shells whistling through the air was no longer 
a novelty, but had become part of our routine, 
as it were. We were now experts in the art 
of dodging those shells, bearing our name and 
address, and it was great fun to watch those 
wizz-bangs explode near by, throwing up 
geysers of mud and rocks. 

Sometimes I could not help comparing the 
front with a vaudeville show. The different 
acts followed each other promptly. One of 
the most interesting things for us to watch 
was the flight of aeroplanes, allied as well as 
German, reconnoitering and trying to locate 
each other's artillery positions. As soon as 
one of these planes appeared over the enemy's 
lines, it was invariably received with a hot 
fire which compelled it either to turn back or 
to ascend at great speed to such an altitude 



A HOT NIGHT 41 

that the reconnoitering would be of practi- 
cally no value. 

It was a clear day, and though spring was 
yet far away, the sky was spotlessly blue, and 
the sun was powerful enough to make us for- 
get the severe cold which had chilled our bones 
for many weeks. Suddenly, during the early 
morning hours, we heard the distinct drone 
of motors, steadily increasing in sound. We 
rushed out of our dugouts, and there unfolded 
itself, away up in the sky, one of those by no 
means unusual yet always intensely interest- 
ing spectacles. 

Five German biplanes approached our lines 
at an altitude of approximately 6,000 feet, 
without being disturbed in the least by our 
anti-aircraft batteries, and proceeded to circle 
above our lines. They evidently did not have 
the courage to come lower or to penetrate our 
lines any further than our front-line trenches. 

After keeping up this game for at least fif- 
teen minutes, and evidently thinking that our 
artillery considered it useless to waste shells 
on them, two of these planes suddenly made a 
nose dive, descending to within a five hundred 
feet level, and suddenly poured a rain of ma- 
chine-gun bullets into our front trenches. 



42 OVER HERE AND OVER THERE 

In less than no time all of our men who 
were not assigned to any particular outside 
duty disappeared into the dugouts. The 
Huns had copied this trick of the French 
aviators, who often went low over the Ger- 
man lines and created havoc with their ma- 
chine-guns. 

Except for a few rifle bullets, fired by a 
sentry, these two planes made their escape 
without being disturbed. 

Then came the surprise. The over-confident 
Huns had failed to watch closely, and before 
they were aware of it, three French machines 
suddenly appeared on the scene and engaged 
three of the German planes, showering bullets 
upon them, bringing one crashing to the earth, 
where a few well-placed shells from our guns 
completed the work of destruction. One more 
German plane was seen to drop, but it suc- 
ceeded in reaching the German lines. The 
other three made their escape, followed by a 
fierce anti-aircraft fire. 

Word reached us from headquarters to be 
prepared for an attack. Shortly after noon 
the enemy artillery began to become very ac- 
tive and shells of all calibers fell in front of 
our trenches, some of them into our trenches, 



A HOT NIGHT 43 

and the men stationed in the rear also got 
their share. 

The gas alarm was sounded over the entire 
sector, as many of the projectiles were filled 
with poison gas. For more than two hours 
we were kept in suspense, unable to doff our 
gas masks for one single minute. Finally the 
bombardment ceased, and silence reigned once 
more. 

Only a few hundred yards behind us were 
the remains of what had once been a flourish- 
ing French village near the Lorraine border. 
Occasionally the silence was broken by the 
sad howl of a dog which through all these 
weary months and years had not yet given 
up the search for his master who was either 
dead or somewhere in the trenches, fighting 
for liberty. 

Soon darkness began to spread its ghostly 
wings over the picturesque landscape. A 
gray hill within the German lines in front of 
us began to melt away in the dusk and finally 
disappeared altogether from our sight. 

With the appearance of the first star, life 
in our lines seemed to spring up. Patrols 
silently moved through the communicating 
trenches; sentries took their posts; our ma- 



44 OVER HERE AND OVER THERE 

chine guns were brought into position, and 
our men received instructions from our offi- 
cers, as to what to do in case of danger. The 
nerve-racking tension was almost unbearable, 
waiting for the unknown and the unseen. 
Suddenly the darkness was pierced by a con- 
siderable number of sky rockets of various 
colors, sent up by the Germans, immediately 
followed by some of our powerful star shells 
which threw a brilliant light over No Man's 
Land. 

At the very same moment a chorus of wild, 
inhuman voices was heard, intermingled with 
the explosion of hand grenades and the firing 
of rifles and pistols. 

From my observation post I had a clear 
view of the scene. One of our patrols, com- 
posed of ten men, which had been inspecting 
the barbed-wire entanglements in front of our 
position, suddenly found itself surrounded by 
a detachment of approximately sixty Ger- 
mans. 

Our men bravely resisted, though greatly 
outnumbered, and refused to surrender. By 
the light of the increasing number of rockets 
I was able to observe how some of the Boches 
actually threw up their hands, shouting: 



A HOT NIGHT 45 

"Kamerad! Kamerad!" thus trying to simu- 
late surrender. Our men, however, were wise 
to this trick, which had often been tried be- 
fore. They preferred death to capture. One 
of our men succeeded in breaking through the 
encircling ring of enemies and reached our 
post, shouting that they were all dead. 

Thereupon our machine guns sent a barrage 
across No Man's Land, and those of the Ger- 
mans who had not been killed or severely 
wounded retired at great speed. Less than 
five minutes after this encounter took place, 
about twenty of us volunteered to go and re- 
cover the wounded. 

After making three trips under a hail of 
German machine-gun fire we succeeded in 
bringing in twenty-three German dead, eight 
severely wounded, whereas six of our men 
had been killed, two wounded, and one was 
missing. Here was one more proof that our 
men always give a good account of them- 
selves. 

Another period of silence. It was close to 
midnight when the sky suddenly turned blood 
red. Then a series of loud explosions. At 
first I could not make out what this might be. 
It was such an impressive scene that, though 



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it lasted but a few seconds, I stood absolutely 
motionless. 

However, I immediately realized the re- 
sponsibilities connected with my observation 
post. Hell seemed to have broken loose, and 
I felt like one of the damned in Dante's In- 
ferno. 

One of the most terrific bombardments I 
had ever been in ensued. When I was able 
to think the situation over, I realized that the 
Germans were sending" over enormous quanti- 
ties of poison gas in cylinders Avhich were 
being fired from trench mortars in their front- 
line trenches. I estimated the speed of the 
wind at between fifteen and twenty miles an 
hour. I tried and succeeded in keeping my 
nerves under control and took the field tele- 
phone in order to turn in the alarm for the 
entire sector and the rear. 

I knew that I would not be able to use the 
telephone with my gas mask adjusted, and 
yet I realized that the gas waves would reach 
my post in a few seconds. There was no time 
to hesitate. Through some unforeseen cir- 
cumstance it took some time to get the right 
connection, but I succeeded in sending the 
"gas alert" through our lines. 



A HOT NIGHT 47 

Meanwhile I got several whiffs of the gas 
which caused a choking feeling in my throat. 
My eyes began to get heavy, and I had a feel- 
ing as if my head was made of lead. Yet I 
had to stick to my post. After hanging up the 
receiver I tried to put on my gas mask for 
my own protection, but could not keep it on, 
owing to the strangling sensation in my throat. 

With death staring me in the face I leaned 
my head in my hands. Amid the flames and 
smoke rising before me I saw a vision of home, 
of love. Like a reel, my past life seemed to 
unroll before my eyes. With trembling hand 
I fumbled for the picture of "the girl I left 
behind," and Avith a last fond glance upon 
those beloved features, I pressed my lips upon 
them. 

My eyes grew dim ; and then — darkness and 
oblivion. . . . 

Private Harry Zody. 



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It is our firm belief that out of this awful 
conflict true civilization will rise, never to die 
again. 

Private Harry Zody. 



JERUSALEM— REDEEMED 49 



JERUSALEM— REDEEMED 

Turbaned Turks are beaten down, 
Savage hordes no longer frown 

On our Holy City. 
Christians bathed in blood and tears, 
Moslem yoke for years and years; 

Ah, they knew no pity ! 

Palestine rejoicingly 
Greets a new fraternity ; 

Hail our Christian brothers! 
And the gleaming cross is seen 
Where the gentle Nazarene 

Gave his life for others. 

Jew and Gentile, filled with pride. 
Pray together, side by side ; 

Friends that naught can sever. 
Albion will not tolerate 
A return to Moslem fate; 

Hallowed ground forever! 



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"Fear God, and take your own part." 

Theodore Roosevelt. 



JOE BYLE 51 



JOE BYLE 

Way dowu in old Kentucky 
There lived a boy, Joe Byle, 

Blest with a sunshine nature, 
He always had a smile. 

He loved his Mother dearly. 
Stayed with her all the while ; 

Yet when Old Glory called him 
He answered with a smile. 

He drilled in rain or sunshine 

In perfect soldier-style. 
He strictly did his duty. 

And did it with a smile. 

There was no better soldier 

In any rank or file, 
He fought with lion's courage, 

But never lost his smile. 

On France's blood-stained meadows 
They buried poor Joe Byle, 

He met his Holy Maker, 

And met Him with a smile. ' 



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"It is just and equitable to stand by Russia, 
if Russia wants us to." 

Lloyd George. 



KUSSIA 53 

RUSSIA 

Once our ally, now forgotten, 
Sold by traitors, ill-begotten; 

Anarchy their king. 
And we see the giant reeling. 
To the Prussian bully kneeling. 

Just a helpless thing. 

Nearly half of Russia wrested 
By the Hun, and, though detested. 

Rules with iron hand. 
Gone religion, law, and order; 
Bolshevism, hatred, murder. 

Fill this fertile land. 

But a stable constitution 
Shall emerge from revolution, 

Dawn of liberty; 
While with blood and arson reeking, 
Russian patriots are seeking 

True Democracy. 

So let's give her our assistance. 
Lead the way to new resistance 

To Germanic greed. 
Teaching lessons we all cherish: 
Holy Russia will not perish, 

Let's be friends in need. 



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"God grants liberty only to those who love 
it, and are always ready to guard and defend 
it." 

Daniel Webster. 



MEMORIES 55 



MEMORIES 

I'm sitting here absorbed in thoughts 

Of happy days gone by, 
Thoughts of a friend, a real friend — 

My God, it makes me cry 
To think it should have been Thy will 

To tear us two apart. 
Yet though his body may be dear, 

His soul lives in my heart. 

We went to school together. 

Together worked and played ; 
We rode to church on Sunday, 

And side by side we prayed. 
Of what I had I gave him, 

Whate'er he had was mine; 
Our friendship was a treasure 

So genuine and divine. 

The war broke out — like brothers 

We hastened to enlist. 
For when your country's calling 

No good man can resist. 



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Together we went over — 

It was a glorious sight. 
We had just one desire : 

To conquer, come what might. 

Still in my heart I hear him 

Shout : "Come, let's lick the Hun," 
Then suddenly he looked at me. 

He staggered, dropped his gun. 
And in the midst of battle 

I knelt beside my friend 
And glanced into his breaking eyes 

Which told the bitter end. 

His last words were : "Come, never mind, 

Just leave me where I am ; 
And tell the folks across the sea 

I died for Uncle Sam." 

We could not even bury him ; 

But in a lonesome trench 
There lies a man who gave his life 

For freedom of the French. 
I left him there, my soldier friend. 

In his eternal rest. 
And I went back to "No Man's Land" 

And stood the fire test. 



MEMORIES 57 



The world seems dark and dreary 
Since this brave soldier went. 

America, both you and I 
Have lost a real friend. 



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Poison gas exemplifies the German concep- 
tion of KULTUR. 

Private Harry Zody. 



GAS 59 



GAS 



Greenish vapors, dense and low, 

Killing grass and flowers; 
Right and left, where'er you go, 



Poison gas for hours ! 



Satan's own, I know your kind. 
Fumes from Hell come floating 

Through the night to make men blind, 
While the Hun is gloating. 

Quick the mask ! — Perhaps too late ! — 

Ere the poison touches 
Living breath, and seals your fate. 

With its hellish clutches! 

Hands at throat you try to see, 

All your senses reeling. 
Choking, gasping to be free 

From this awful feeling. 

Consciousness is gone at last; 

But the pain of waking; 
All the ag'nies of the past 

Tenfold in the making. 



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I am thankful that I live 

Here to tell the story. 
God will lend me strength to give 

Blows for dear Old Glory ! 



To consider sacrifice for your country a 
privilege is the true test of patriotism. 

Private Harry Zody. 



MY PALS 61 



MY PALS 



I have always been a wanderer, 
And I've led an aimless life ; 

I felt lonesome and forgotten, 
Knowing neither love nor strife. 

But God in his endless mercy 

Gave to me at last a pal, 
And the world held none but sunshine 

Ever since I met My Gal. 

Then I felt no longer lonesome — 
I thought love life's greatest call, 

And I thanked my Lord in heaven : 
I was happy after all ! 

Came the day when my Old Glory 
Was endangered by the Hun; 

And I rallied 'round the colors 
With another pal — My Gun ! 

For that grand and glorious banner 
Stands for all that's good and right; 

And I heard its sweet voice whisper : 
"If you love me, go and fight !" 



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Far away on France's meadows 
I gave answer to that call. 

And I thanked my Lord in heaven : 
I was happy after all ! 



"Let our object be our country, our whole 
country, and nothing but our country." 

Daniel Webster. 



JUST PLAIN AMERICANS 63 



JUST PLAIN AMERICANS 

Honor in plenty and unstinted praise 
For our soldier heroes leaves me in a maze, 
Sets me a-thinking what's all this about : 
Why all this fuss and, pray, why do you shout? 

We do our duty, of course, and, what's more, 
Thousands of others have done it before. 
Sons of Democracy, ready to save 
Our dear America, home of the brave. 

Millions of fighting men answer the call. 
Gladly they go, and no heroes at all ; 
Dying if need be, for we cannot give 
Any too much to let Liberty live. 

This is my pride : To be one of the men 
Priv'leged to put Kaiser Bill in the pen. 
Sure, the boys laugh when I tell 'em about 
Your hero talk and the way people shout. 



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A true patriot knows when the love of coun- 
try should be stronger than the love he bears 
his mother. A true mother willingly offers 
her son on the altar of freedom. 

Private Harry Zody. 



MOTHER 65 



MOTHER 

O God, how much I love her. 

Just like the stars above her 
Her eyes shine with a sparkling light. 
Her well-shaped hands are blending white; 
She's more a vision than a sight, 

Just like the stars above her. 

O God, how much I love her. 

Just like the skies above her 
Her eyes are wonderfully blue. 
And once those eyes have looked at you 
You love them always and anew. 

Just like the skies above her. 

O God, how much I love her. 

Just like the sun above her 
Her hair in glorious bright array 
Without the slightest touch of gray, 
As lovely as the month of May, 

Just like the sun above her. 

O God, how much I love her. 

There's nothing else above her 
Could match her cheeks so soft and red 
From which the youth has never fled; 
They prove the happy life she led. 

With faithful sons to love her. 



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Her cheeks, her hands, her eyes so true 
Sure match the Red and White and Blue, 

That flag above all others. 
The Stars and Stripes will never cease 
To have my love in War and Peace — 

The rest of it is Mother's. 



"The Right is more precious than peace, 
and we shall fight for the things which we 
have always carried nearest our hearts." 

WooDROW Wilson. 



OUR DEVIL HOUND MARINES 67 



OUR DEVIL HOUND MARINES 

You folks may praise our army, no better in 

all France, 
The infantry is dandy, they always take a 

chance ; 
Our gunners know their business of handling 

seventy-fives, 
When they let loose, the Huns all hide, ascared 

of their lives. 

But don't forget those fighters, our Soldiers 

of the Sea, 
That chosen corps is first to fight, they face a 

scrap with glee. 
A hungry bunch, they never miss their meal 

of pork and beans; 
They're few, but full of ginger, our Devil 

Hound Marines. 

"Clear out the woods," was the command, 

"with gun and bayonet." 
The Boche dislikes those soldiers, they gave 

them Hell, you bet. 
And he hollered, "Kamerad," we all know 

what that means. 
There is no use to fight against American 

Marines. 



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Perhaps we do not give enough credit to the 
steadfast courage of our women who bear the 
burden of watchful and, alas, ofttimes mourn- 
ful waiting. 

Private Harry Zody. 



HER PICTURE 69 



HER PICTURE 

In training camp, in front-line trenches, 
Where Yankee soldiers do their part. 

To bring me luck, give me more courage, 
I wore her picture near my heart. 

It helped me bear the ocean voyage. 
Though very sick with "mal de mer" ; 

And what I ate went to the fishes. 
My stomach did not get its share. 

One night in France we went patrolling. 
To hunt the Boche across the way. 

With scarce a sound we reached his trenches, 
But all at once there's Hell to pay. 

A rocket flares; we are discovered, 
Machine guns bark, to beat the band. 

And here I was with my girl's picture. 
Caught in barrage in No Man's Land. 

And while I lay there, scarcely moving. 
And slowly crawling, yard by yard, 

I bade good-by to her dear features. 
And pressed her picture to my heart. 



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But when this awful war is ended, 
When for the dear old States I start, 

I know that I shall find her waiting 
For me to press her to my heart. 



Bereaved mothers who may wait in vain 
should be comforted by the thought that their 
sons laid down their lives for Freedom and 



Lasting Civilization. 



Private Harry Zody. 



MY BOY CAME BACK 71 



MY BOY CAME BACK 

It was but yesterday I prayed : 
O God, keep safe my darling boy ; 

Preserve his courage, undismayed, 
Through mother love without alloy. 

In Picardy, on Flanders fields, 
He'll do his duty, that I know, 

And not an inch to Hun he yields. 
Until he gives him blow for blow. 

Such was my dream of yesterday. 
And ever since he left my shore, 

I saw him in the thick of fray, 

'Mid poison gas, great cannons' roar. 

God heard my prayer — My Boy is Here ! 

My soldier hero, ne'er to part. 
Forgotten anguish, hope and fear; 

And peace reigns in a mother's heart. 



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It pays to be cheerful. Just practice smil- 
ing and the greatest hardships will be like 
play. Let's all pull together and prepare for 
that grandest smile of all — The Smile of 
Victory, 

Private Harry Zody. 



THE SMILE VICTORIOUS 73 



THE SMILE VICTORIOUS 

Come on, my boys, keep that smile on your 
face, 

Don't lose it, whatever you do. 
You cannot smile any more when you're dead, 

Life is so short — ain't that true? 

Bear in mind, fellows, wherever you go, 

Go without grumbling or guile; 
The only man that is liked nowadays 

Is the man with a song and a smile. 

Maybe you're here or, perhaps, "over there," 

To fight the unspeakable Hun. 
God knows it is hard, but all you should know 

That Yankees think fighting is fun. 

Remember, my lads, there is someone at home 
Wants a letter just once a while; 

Whatever you write, though times may be 
tough. 
Just send them your love and — A Smile. 



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"That government of the people, by the 
people, and for the people shall not perish 
from the earth." 

Abraham Lincoln. 



TAPS 75 



TAPS 

Bugler, blow softly the signal our comrade so 
often enjoyed. 
Here lies our brother-in-arms, ne'er to rise 
again. 
Over his flower-decked grave we mourn for a 
young life destroyed, 
Brave to the last, yet we know he did not 
die in vain. 



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HOW I BECAME A ONE HUNDRED PER 
CENT AMERICAN 

I was born in Amsterdam, Holland, on 
September 9, 1894. At a very early age I 
showed a great love for books telling of strange 
lands, and particularly those describing 
America, the land of Opportunity. I began 
to dream of America, of its wonders, and 
longed to see my dream realized. I bought 
and borrowed dozens of Wild West stories. I 
looked with awe upon pictures illustrating 
New York, with its tall buildings that seemed 
to reach the very sky; the majestic Hudson; 
the wonderful harbor, and the beehive indus- 
tries of the metropolis. 

I often told my mother about my ambition 
to see all these wonders. She tried to dis- 
courage me and told me that I could find 
plenty of happiness and contentment at home, 
secure in the love and care of my parents. 
My father, a practical business man, did not 
take any stock in a boy's romantic visions. 
He had mapped out for me a business career 
and felt that I should follow his ripe judg- 
ment in these matters. 



HOW I BECAME AN AMERICAN 77 

After a three years' course at college, my 
father decided to send me to Germany to 
what he considered the most efficient business 
education. I did not like my stay in the land 
ruled by the "Potsdam (n)" gang, for I had 
strongly developed democratic ideas and 
ideals, and for that reason I could never feel 
at home among people who worshiped a God- 
given ruler and where a brass button was the 
ultimate expression of power. I was more 
than glad when after three years of torture 
I could again behold the dikes and windmills 
of Holland, my native country. Upon my 
return home I entered my father's factory, in 
order to become fully acquainted with all de- 
tails of the enterprise. After this I spent a 
little less than twelve months in England, 
where my father had a buying agency. But 
here also I could not feel at home. There 
seemed to be a consuming fever within me 
which I could not explain at the time ; a long- 
ing for something altogether different ; a burn- 
ing desire to be among red-blooded people that 
would grasp my hand and say, "Come on; be 
one of us." Thus, much to my father's con- 
sternation, I once more appeared in the ances- 
tral home and told him that I had failed to 



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find the realization of my dreams and ambi- 
tions. We had quite an argument on the sub- 
ject, but failed to come to an understanding, 
as he could not appreciate my longing for 
freedom and fraternity. 

In the month of June, 1914, the month in 
which the heir to Austria's throne was assassi- 
nated, the clouds that had long threatened to 
disturb the peace of Europe burst, and then 
ensued the conflict destined to embroil almost 
the entire world. Came a period of hysteria. 
Austria's ultimatum to Serbia was promptly 
followed by Russia's mobilization, for she was 
bound to protect her weaker Slav brother. 
This was followed by Germany's declaration 
of war, and, as if by magic, Europe was aflame. 
Then occurred the greatest crime in history, 
the invasion of Belgium. This wonderful na- 
tion refused to bow to might and did its best 
to stem the tide. Valiantly those brave Bel- 
gians fought against terrible odds, assisted 
by a small English volunteer force, for Eng- 
land had declared war on Germany immedi- 
ately upon the violation of Belgium's in- 
tegrity. 

Holland found itself in the maelstrom of 
the conflict, yet, following the example of her 



HOW I BECAME AN AMERICAN 79 

southern neighbor, pronounced her rights as 
an independent neutral nation, and proceeded 
to mobilize all her available forces for the 
protection of her borders. Thousands upon 
thousands of poor, homeless Belgian refugees 
crowded our land, and I, as a member of one 
of the improvised committees for Belgian 
relief, came into close contact with the first 
victims of German barbarism. I clearly saw 
that a great wrong had been inflicted on an 
innocent people and vowed that at some future 
time I would do my share to avenge this 
wrong. 

My venturesome spirit led me into war- 
stricken Belgium, where I had an opportunity 
to observe at first hand the result of German 
Kultur, industrially applied with the sword 
and the torch. I was in Antwerp during the 
bombardment in October, 1914, and the morn- 
ing after the German occupation of the city, 
while walking around making notes that I in- 
tended to use for publication in Holland, I 
w^as arrested by a German patrol and locked 
up in one of the cellars of the Hotel Weber, 
where the German high command had estab- 
lished its headquarters. I knew that I was 
suspected of being a spy. For over five hours 



80 OVER HERE AND OVER THERE 

I was kept incommunicando, without light, 
food or drink, and I almost suffocated through 
the lack of fresh air. To my great relief I at 
last heard a key grate in the lock. A rough- 
looking Bavarian ordered me gruffly to follow 
him to the commanding officer. This fellow 
began by accusing me, first in English, then 
in French, of being a spy. His language was 
picturesque, to say the least, and freely inter- 
mingled with curses and vile epithets. When 
I feigned ignorance of these languages and 
failed to answer, he pounded his heavy fist on 
the table and, lapsing into his native German, 
asked me: "What — zum Donnerwetter — do 
you understand?" This outburst made me 
smile. Pulling out my cigarette case, I offered 
it to him and begged him, in fluent German, 
to taste a cigarette "made in England." With 
a most stupid, astonished look on his coarse 
features he accepted my offer and said: "Ah, 
so you do speak German?" I smilingly as- 
sured him of my complete mastery of his lan- 
guage and told him that he could have saved 
himself much trouble and aggravation by 
starting the conversation in German. Fur- 
thermore I produced a duly attested passport, 
showing my standing as a subject of a neutral 



HOW I BECAME AN AMERICAN 81 

nation. He virtually tore the paper from my 
hand and scowlingly perused it. Finally, con- 
vinced of my identity, his mood changed and 
he hastened to apologize for the rough treat- 
ment I had undergone. To my great amuse- 
ment he began to bow so deeply that he almost 
dipped his nose into a large inkstand on the 
table. His vise of my passport gave me full 
liberty to visit all parts of occupied Belgium, 
and after availing myself of this privilege to 
the greatest extent possible, I returned home. 

Before many days had passed, my desire 
for a better land and a greater future assumed 
such proportions that I bluntly told my father 
and mother I was going to try my luck in 
America. Despite tears and protestations, I 
carried my point, and leaving the scenes of 
my childhood without much regret, I set sail 
for the land of my destiny. 

Words fail me when I try to describe my 
emotions at first beholding that wonderful 
symbol adorning New York harbor, the Statue 
of Liberty. For hours I had stood on deck, 
watching and waiting for a first glimpse of 
the shores of America. My emotions were 
many and varied. I felt as if reborn, and 
from the very moment I stepped ashore, I 



82 OVER HERE AND OVER THERE 

felt no longer a foreigner, but one of Uncle 
Sam's, an American. 

In one way I was disappointed. I had read 
so much about the Indians, and at least I ex- 
pected to find myself surrounded by these wild 
hordes. 

A fellow traveler directed me to a modest 
downtown hotel. Another shock awaited me 
when I emerged from the subway. I suddenly 
found myself at the foot of one of New York's 
highest skyscrapers. Hurriedly dropping my 
suitcase to the sidewalk, I started to count 
the stories of this wonderful building. Some- 
how it took me fully thirty minutes to accom- 
plish this feat. For every time I had reached 
a certain height, some hurried passer-by 
(everybody seemed to be in a hurry) would 
jostle me so hard that I lost count and had to 
start all over again. Almost dizzy with ex- 
citement and wonder, I finally reached my 
hotel, and locked up in my room, burst into 
tears, for it was then that I first began to 
realize that I was all alone in this vast coun- 

try- 
In retrospect I cannot help comparing my 
arrival in this country with my present stand- 
ing. Now, after having shown my sincere 



HOW I BECAME AN AMERICAN 83 

desire to become one of Uncle Sam's Own, I 
am respected, honored, and backed up by a 
nation of more than one hundred million indi- 
viduals. Surely, I have every reason to feel 
happy and to be proud and satisfied. 

After roaming around aimlessly for about 
six months, the memorable day arrived when 
I found a real opportunity to demonstrate my 
inborn Americanism. After showing the 
utmost patience, in the face of repeated in- 
sults and broken pledges, my newly adopted 
country finally found itself compelled to de- 
clare war on Kaiserism. 

The sight of the most beautiful flag ever 
displayed to the breeze, the sound of that won- 
derful anthem, praising the Land of the Free 
and the Home of the Brave, stirred my heart 
to its greatest depth, and it was right there 
and then that I clearly saw before me the one 
and only way to become a hundred per cent 
American. I enlisted in the United States 
Army, as a volunteer, and from the very bot- 
tom of my soul came these beautiful words : 

"I pledge allegiance to my Flag, and to the 
Country for which it stands, one Nation, indi- 
visible, with Liberty and Justice for all." 

I soon felt the wonderfully stimulating and 



84 OVER HERE AND OVER THERE 

invigorating effect of military training. My 
stature became more erect, I developed a 
splendid appetite, and both my complexion 
and my weight improved considerably. I was 
very proud of my uniform, always trying to 
live up to the great and honorable part which 
American soldiers were expected to play in 
this great crisis. 

While on furlough in New York, during one 
of the Liberty Loan campaigns, I applied to 
the Liberty Loan Committee for permission 
to assist in the sale of bonds. They asked me 
if I had had any experience as a public 
speaker, and to my sorrow I had to give a 
negative reply. However, the chairman took 
an interest in me, and, deciding that he could 
take a chance with a man wearing the Ameri- 
can uniform, assigned me as speaker to a meet- 
ing where Governor Whitman, Mrs. McAdoo, 
wife of the Secretary of the Treasury, Ser- 
geant Guy Empey, and other distinguished 
visitors were present. 

Shortly after receiving my baptism as a 
public speaker, I stood in front of the Liberty 
Bank in Madison Scjiiai-c, wliei-e a vast crowd 
had gathered. As niiicli as my limited knowl- 
edge of the English language would permit, 



HOW I BECAME AX AMERICAN 85 

I pointed out the enormous sacrifices which 
were to be made by the millions of brave boys 
our country expected to send over to France. 
I was completely carried away by my own 
speech, for it was not only my mouth that 
spoke, but my heart and soul too. I told the 
people that within a few days I expected to go 
across myself, assuring them that I considered 
it a privilege and not a sacrifice to offer my 
life so that ''Government of the people, by the 
people, and for the people shall not perish 
from the earth." Although I was not a pol- 
ished orator, I had the audience spellbound 
from beginning to end, because they could 
clearly see that I spoke with conviction. Then 
I came to the point where I told them that if 
I were called upon to go "over the top," I 
would gladly go, and if I did not come back, 
no one would mourn over me. Here I referred 
to the fact that I wiis an utter stranger in 
America. In making my final appeal for sub- 
scriptions, my eyes were suddenly arrested 
and held by those of a beautiful young girl. 
In those eyes I saw a reflection of my own 
patriotism. I felt sure that I had her sufti- 
ciently interested to be able to sell her a bond, 
in which I succeeded. Of course, I had no 



86 OVER HERE AND OVER THERE 

idea at the time that this Liberty Bond would 
lead to a marriage bond. But so it proved in 
the end. The third time I met her we were 
engaged, and a few days later I sailed for 
France. 

While I am proud of the honor bestowed 
on me by General Pershing, the honor of being 
one of fifty men selected from more than a 
million to represent the Army of Democracy 
in its plea for effective backing, I wish to 
say that I do not see where I deserve this 
privilege any more than my comrades. I have 
done but my duty as a man, and as a soldier 
I have gladly fought for a cause that is just. 

To the above synopsis of my life I feel in- 
clined to add that since my return to America 
from the battlefields of France, I have crowned 
my efforts to become a regular American by 
marrying a thoroughbred American girl — the 
girl who bought a Liberty Bond of me at 
Madison Square — a perfect specimen of our 
glorious American womanhood. 

Private Harry Zody. 



A PRAYER 87 



A PRAYER 

God bless the one and only flag 

Which I so deeply love. 
I feel as if those Stars and Stripes 

Were sent me from above. 

God bless the one and only flag, 

Its wonderful array 
Has given me new life, new hope. 

Yea, all I have to-day. 

God bless the one and only flag 

That I have ever had 
To love, to guard, and to defend; 

O, I'm so proud, so glad! 

God bless the one and only flag: 
The Red and White and Blue. 

To keep it e'er without a stain 
Is up to me — and You. 



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